The king steps forth, so proud, so tall… But his crown means nothing, his kingdom will fall. Your tall stone walls, Your giant oak doors, Guards at the gate, To keep out the poor. You rule with a heavy hand, You tax and steal our land. But your fortress is weak, It will crumble like sand. We look down upon your castle, Unimpressed by all your gold. We rise with honor and fury, Your empire’s growing cold. Your title says king, But you won’t fight your own fights. A hollow crown rests On your lonely nights. You praise yourself, But the truth cuts deep. Your throne is a coffin, A lie you can’t keep. We look down upon your castle, Unimpressed by all your gold. We rise with honor and fury, Your empire’s growing cold. We rise in spirit, You fall in vain. Your house of cards, Collapses in pain. We are victims of greed, But rich in soul. Your crown is disgrace, A hollow role. We look down upon your castle, We'll celebrate your fall from grace. No riches buy forgiveness, Your throne’s an empty place. Judgement awaits you… In this life, or the next. The reckoning comes calling… Steel at your neck.
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